Friday, May 11, 2012

Choosy Briards choose Jif

There I am cleaning the kitchen and tossing an empty peanut butter jar, thinking, boy, it's about time someone does something around here, when...

...Harold rescues the jar and says, "I was saving that for Decibel!"

Decibel looks at me with accusing eyes.

         MO-OM... 

                                  What was I thinking?







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